//@limit-breakcr
one day your luck would run dry, Edward --- if one could ever sneak a peek at the boy’s past and then still be able to put “Edward Elric” and “lucky” together in a same sentence. but, yes, it seemed God was particularly MIFFED this fine day, and would stop at nothing to see prideful alchemist put back in humble place; what with stumbling upon a circle for human transmutation hidden deep underground, and not only one but two assassins for hire to plant further scars-to-be on his body (and, yes, he was bold enough to assume he’d live through such wounds to begin with), and absolute strange strangers with a mark of Ouroboros, and---
well, it STOPPED fairly soon after that much, with a not so gentle knee to the stomach to knock the wind and the blood and the consciousness out of him for good --- and make him mostly oblivious, after, to the explosion started for the sake of erasing evidence of every sin committed in that once-laboratory. and yet... hanging by one last thread of LUCID thoughts, or sensations at the very least, it was impossible to not feel like someone was picking him up && carrying along (more like floating, were they floating?); that and, forcing his eyes semi-open one last time, to catch glimpse of features he would have recognized even whilst at the depths of Hell. ‘ A-Alphonse... ‘ for had they not crossed it together? but, after that, there was only DARKNESS.
